While She Wore My Crown I Left With His Heir Novels & Stories

All of my life I have built as Valerie Damer is now gone and I have no intention of going back. I do not like being an heir to my father’s throne but if the reason why Theo had done this to me was because of money then I will show him just pathetic he is. I will make him regret and there will be no going back for him. I will destroy their lives little by little, and I will not stop until I am satisfied.

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

Nothing. She hurried downstairs, skipping steps, praying to see someone—anyone. When she reached the living room, her stomach twisted. The house was empty. Cars gone. Chairs pushed back in a hurry. Breakfast plates already cleared. Everyone… had left her. Her chest tightened. “No… they didn’t. They wouldn’t.” This was the first major presentation in the Brooks family since the announcement about choosing the next heiress. Her parents had repeated the instructions for weeks: Come early, look bold, show the board your strength.

He wore only a white dress shirt with the top two buttons left undone, revealing his muscular chest. His gaze was warm, accompanied by a mischievous smile gracing his handsome face. "I knew you'd come, My Queen," Shane greeted smoothly, his deep voice echoing calmly. "Come in." My eyes locked onto him with the sharpness of a razor blade. It felt as though a volcano of emotion was ready to erupt in my chest. I wanted to curse, slap, and scratch that smug, all-knowing face of his. Yet, I clenched my fists tightly, forcing myself to stay completely composed as I stepped across the threshold.

The same symbol that had been connected to the people searching for me. My heart began pounding. “They were here.” Caelan nodded. “Yes, I think so too.” I stepped closer to the crystal. There was something carved beneath it. I brushed away the dust and saw words appear. THE CROWN BELONGS TO THE HEIR. My breath caught. I feel like everything had been revealing itself to me so quickly that I barely had time to grasp my mind on it. Then another line appeared beneath it. BUT THE HEIR BELONGS TO NO CROWN.

"Six months ago, you added the contacts of three used car dealers. Old Toyota Crowns, old Mercedes Benzes, and old Lexuses—you were asking about all kinds of cars from the '90s. But the one you cared about most was the Toyota Crown. "You thought no one would know. But what you didn't know is that I knew all three of those dealers. Because the Toyota Crown you were asking about was mine. So this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea." My tone remained steady. "You didn't just wake up one day and decide to use the Toyota Crown as your bridal car. You've been plotting to get this car for half a year. The wedding was nothing but a cover. What you wanted wasn't a bridal car. What you needed was the ca

Once the person was gone, she continued. “With a scandal attached to his name, the crown will never be his,” she said, leaning in a little. “My son will be named heir. Your work will be complete.” “And then what?” Claire blurted out. “Can I bring him to my island?” Selena’s brow arched. “Is that what you want?” Claire didn’t have the courage to admit it. That she’d thought about it, many nights, bringing Adrian and Lucas home with her, living out the rest of their days in beautiful anonymity.

I wanted that to be perfectly clear to every person who might ever think of it. I stopped breathing. A foundation, not a brother, and not a cousin. Cornelius had not simply stolen a child. He had stolen a child whose disappearance would have given him nothing, and I turned my head slowly toward the doorway. His face had gone gray. His hand gripped the frame so tightly that the knuckles stood out like bone, and I saw that he had not known. For twenty years he had believed he was the heir to an empire, and he had never read the sentence that told him he was only a keeper.

“Don’t” I turn to find my mother’s ghostly white figure, her hands clamped together and a wide grin on her face “It suits you” “You wore this?”, I wave the crown at her and she nods, “All the female ancestors have. It has been passed down through generations and now it is yours” “I don’t want it” Dropping the crown to the floor she glares at me “We do not disrespect our elders. Pick it UP!” My act had angered her and her tone had me scooping it up from the ground immediately, her anger replaced with a big grinning face. I could see how easily it would have been to upset her when she was alive.

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a